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Friday, January 23, 2009

My son turns 13 this weekend. Over the past 6 months we've seen many changes - the deepening of his voice, growth of some peach fuzz (which mothers, aparently, shouldn't rub), acne, and, of course, astounding growth. In the past month he's surpassed me in height. It's hard looking at "my baby" eye-to-eye.

All these things are both perfectly normal and call attention to the fact the the teen years are rapidly approaching. However, I became painfully aware this week that the teenage years have, in fact, arrived when my sweet, gentle, loving son not so gently told me "Mom, if you don't know the words to the song, don't sing it."

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Hey Captain,Thanks for stopping by! Yes, I have a sixteen-year-old daughter, so I'm familiar with the drill. But this is the kid who, at two, took one look at his older sister and said "no way I can compete with that!" and totally skipped both the terrible twos and threes. I guess it's his turn!~g~